Sitting at the keyboard
Typing what they feel
They know the things they're thinking
May not quite seem real
The person you're conversing with
Lives so far away
Does one watch the sun shine
While the others are making hay?
It matters not how things turn out
In the days and weeks to come
Where once there were the two of them
Now there is only one
All the best is said out loud
And wish the other well
One of them in heaven
The other left in hell
But life moves on
As one knows it must
There's better times ahead
One makes their bed
And lays in it
No more with aching head
Gazing out the window
Or staring at the wall
One thing's for sure
In that short time
You really had a ball.

Tom 15. August 2007

This is really nice!